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And then things were 'normal'
Who: The Doctor, open to all
When: Days 64-66, a catch all for anyone interested
Where: Around town
What: A catch-all/open thread for those wishing to interact with the Doctor
Warnings: None, will update if need to
A fixed-up portable record player and taped up record later, the Doctor was sitting at a table outside with papers spread around him and listening to a warped (literally as the record was indeed not a flat disk) rendition of Debussy's Clair de Lune. As much as he had been keeping to himself, he was content being a Time Lord once again. Taking that first breath when his eyes opened and his hearts pounded, with the noise and static of time lines and endless possibilities surrounding him, it was comforting.
He had tried analyzing his notes previously about the wind and the data he had collected, but he couldn't grasp the concepts of analysis as a human. It was just looking at numbers and random notes, and even then he struggled to process as half of them were written in his native Gallifreyan. "Numbers and figures..." He commented, humming a Coldplay tune for a moment as he chewed on the end of his pen, lost in thought.
But he was determined to help his friends here; to find a way out as he had once before.
When: Days 64-66, a catch all for anyone interested
Where: Around town
What: A catch-all/open thread for those wishing to interact with the Doctor
Warnings: None, will update if need to
A fixed-up portable record player and taped up record later, the Doctor was sitting at a table outside with papers spread around him and listening to a warped (literally as the record was indeed not a flat disk) rendition of Debussy's Clair de Lune. As much as he had been keeping to himself, he was content being a Time Lord once again. Taking that first breath when his eyes opened and his hearts pounded, with the noise and static of time lines and endless possibilities surrounding him, it was comforting.
He had tried analyzing his notes previously about the wind and the data he had collected, but he couldn't grasp the concepts of analysis as a human. It was just looking at numbers and random notes, and even then he struggled to process as half of them were written in his native Gallifreyan. "Numbers and figures..." He commented, humming a Coldplay tune for a moment as he chewed on the end of his pen, lost in thought.
But he was determined to help his friends here; to find a way out as he had once before.
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"You fancy him? I suppose he's nice. Bit creepy, actually, but hopefully that was his ailment." A pause, "You don't want me trailing you in the shrubbery, do you?"
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She shoots him a glare. "If I catch your hedgehog head poking out of any bushes I will slap you into next week, mister. I don't need a babysitter."
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"I was just offering!"
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"We're just two adults sharing a few drinks in the bar. Nothing more."
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Smooth one, Doctor.
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"That flyer is a lie! I'll have you know there has been absolutely no maneating involved. Unless you count snogging Cas, but that was a dire medical emergency!"
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"The flyers may indeed be wrong, but c'mooon."
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And then he broke out into a smile.
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Was that a blush? Not at all.
"I am also a wiz at sticking plasters on people."